Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.